|Attention BOMD members
||[Mar. 7th, 2006|10:59 pm]
Bastions of Moral Depravity
Be immortalized as a doogtoon! Let's see if any of our lives can beat out the rest of the world.|
I had a cat when I was little. A black and white cat. The color really isn't important, but the fact is, I had a cat. And one day, it just disspapeared. And my father told me it ran away. Well, when I eventually grew up to know the secrets of the world and that shit, my father decided to tell me that it in fact, the cat did not run away, he actually put it to sleep. This shocked me because my father is a cheap bastard that would never pay to put the life of an animal down humanly. So I asked him how he did it, and he told me how. He had put the cat in a dufflebag, and put the dufflebag around the end of an exhaust pipe on a running car. This was a good idea...in theory because he had thought the cat would just fall asleep, but what happened was that the exhaust was so hot, that it actually caused the bag to start smoldering and in the process it lit the cat of fire. Unfortunate I know. The deprived thing about my father in this is, that he was laughing as he told me this.
I e-mailed them and asked if I could send a recording from my laptop. They said sure. I think the members of the BOMD should record a submission.
X-posted to poeticy